Tzirret still held a frown, but his flat ears perked up slightly and he looked up at Ahnasha properly. Mostly, it was in reaction to hearing Ta'agra from someone new. He seemed to consider Ahnasha's words for a moment, but looked down again. [i]"This one hears that from all. I am still learning. The spirit gets nervous when his host gets nervous. It still scares me."[/i]

"Tzirret had some rough experiences. He's been seeing old Najirra about it." Gallus commented, "That old cat has a knack for helping marks of the mind."

Gallus' words caught Fendros' attention so rapidly after he described this 'Najirra' person that he swore his own ears visibly perked up. "Do you mean like wounds in the mind?" Fendros asked in a low voice.

Gallus shrugged. "That's one way of putting it. Many people have bad experiences in turning. He has this weird way of helping people. Some think it's magic, but I'm not sure that it's magic, at least not completely."

Fendros had gone from mildly interested to intrigued. "How might one go to meet this Najirra?"

"If he hears that you're having trouble, he'll send for you. I don't know how he hears so well, but no one can hide their problems from him for long." Gallus looked at Fendros directly, "Got something you need to deal with?"

Fendros looked forward and didn't reply. He didn't want to elaborate, really.

"Ah, fair enough. I had some problems in the past that Najirra helped me live with. I think he'll ask for you soon." Gallus looked forward again, "When he does, just trust him. He's got strange methods, but he won't harm you or waste your time."

The pack touched on the last chamber in the corridor with the canal nearby. It wasn't a particularly large chamber. In reality, most of its size was cordoned off into alcoves with various barrels, vats, buckets and crates. Circles of clothing hung on lines around the radiant warmth of more magical stones, casting shadows about the slightly darker room. A few people stood or sat around, apparently sewing clothing and working leather. "This is where we store some furs, soap and tools. Generally, if you want to clean your clothing, this is the best place to go to dry it off. There aren't always spaces available around the stones, but hanging up clothing elsewhere is difficult."

Given that the room was fairly simple, the pack moved on further. The next corridor lead to the cooking area that the pack had looked over from the balcony near to Jerrick's inner circle's quarters. There were many people here, going about their business eating and drinking. Anders and a portion of his pack could be seen talking and laughing around a fire. Lining the edges of the room was a similar, albeit larger scale, set up to the one that the werewolf hunters led by the Orc had used. Crates and barrels of food, utensils and other knick-knacks gave everyone clear access to anything they would need to feed themselves. 

"This is where we go to cook, if that's your thing. Plenty like their meat raw, but you get an appreciation for warm meals up here in the Jeralls." Gallus took a long sniff of whatever meats were in the process of being cooked. "I love it here. You can eat anywhere, but most people just eat here if there's space. You probably spotted the hole in the ceiling, that lets the smoke out. It's one of the few here at home that doesn't get snowed in, and the only one with a room this big beneath it. Jerrick uses this place for announcements as well."